Tony DiNozzo walked out of his apartment building, fully intending to go to a bar. As he walked to his car, he felt the feeling of being watched. He looked around the parking lot, not seeing anything but the street lights. He continued his trek only to be thrown against the car with enough force to topple it over. Tony looked around only to see a beast-like creature staring back at him with red eyes, teeth bared, and hair across its face. The beast looked Tony up and down, slowly trying to assess him. Tony's gun was in its holster on his side. If only he could reach it without the beast attacking.
All of a sudden the beast did just that, knocking Tony to the ground and climbing on top of him. The beast opens its mouth and chomps down on Tony's side. Tony cries out in pain, wondering what the hell is going on. He closes his eyes when the beast draws closer, then runs off into the night without a look back. Tony pants heavily as he tries to stand, only to sit back down on the ground, his back up against his vehicle. When he felt he could finally stand, he made his way back into his apartment building, and into the elevator. He leaned against the wall, barely staying conscious. When the doors opened, he went as fast as he could to his apartment. Inside, he looked for his phone. Only getting the first 4 numbers of Ziva's phone number before passing out.
The next morning, Tony wakes up on the floor, feeling like he got hit by a truck. Was it all just a dream? Did he just imagine the attack? He pulls his shirt up, expecting to see a bite, but instead sees everything as it should be. His head was aching. He moved to his kitchen, grabbing a bottle of Ibuprofen, downing a least five. He moved to the shower, still confused about what happened. Was his brain just playing tricks on him? Had to be. He quickly showered, dressed, and made himself presentable before heading out the door. The team had the weekend shift, something Tony normally hated, but today he needed the distraction. He climbed into his car, not noticing the slight scraps and dent in his door.
He pulled his car into his parking spot, slowly getting out. He rode the elevator up. When the elevator dinged, he walked out into the bullpen, still frazzled from the dream he had last night. He made his way over to his desk, not even saying good morning as he sat down. He ignores the looks from his co-workers, logging into his computer and going back to finish his report. His focus was broken as Gibbs slapped him on the back of the head.
"You hear me, DiNozzo?" At Tony's confused expression, he gathered that he did not.
"Got a body. Snap out of it."
"On it, boss." He moved to grab his gear, then quickly ran to catch up. He ignored Ziva and McGee's looks as he stared at the elevator doors.
"McGee with me. Tony take Ziva." Gibbs threw the keys his way. He didn't move to catch them. They hit the floor, a loud noise coming from them. It pierced Tony's ears, making him clench his hands to his ears, and shut his eyes. His head began throbbing, making him dizzy and unbalanced. His knees hit the ground, the noise getting louder, barely hearing his co-worker's concerns. He let out a yell before everything went black.